As I've mentioned before, despite studying poetry for my degree, my talent is rather lacking when it comes to creating it myself...I tend to use it as a way of purging...

Anyway, I hope you like it:

I.O.U.

Look at me.
I am what you wanted.
You created me.
There is nothing of myself here.

Touch me.
My skin is scarred,
Though you can't see.
There is no love in my embrace.

Look at me.
I am two dimensional.
A photo of perfection.
There is nothing behind this smile.

Touch me.
I can't feel a thing.
Drugged and numb.
There is no emotion in these tears.

This is your masterpiece. What you have made.
Pride comes before a fall:

What do i do when i am broken?
How am i fixed?

Tell me, who am I?
You owe me that much.

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Going throuh a rather confusing time at the moment...I'd give anything for an answer to my poetic question...but the thing is, i don't know who it's addressed to...I don't even know if it's one person or many...I'm not making any sense now... <!-- s:/ --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/gear_diagonal.gif" alt=":/" title="Hrm" /><!-- s:/ -->